Friday, November 11, 2011

The girl felt irritated. Staying in one area for too long did that to her. The neighborhood had changed far beyond anything she could have imagined since the last she'd been here. But that didn't mean anything. There were other places to see, people to observe...minds to play with.

She hopped from the a rooftop, onto a dividing wall in a back alley. Back alleys were a place of particular interest her. A better place to be than boring old "safe" main streets where proper citizens, with properly boring thoughts walked around. Afraid to set a toe out of line. She'd found some almost "fascinating" minds to play with here, in the back alleys, with their rotting garbage, winos, homeless people and of course dealers...and their customers.

The girl pushed a few strands out of her face as she watched one of said customers shoot something up, not ten feet away from the dealer. Said customer slid down a wall, twitched and stilled. The glazed look on her face belied the circus in her mind. She loved observing minds under the influence of something or the other. Straight lines became twisty labyrinths, psychedelic colors blurred around each and other and if she was lucky scattered half-formed ideas in the back of the mind snapped into place. Creation happening right at the source, untainted by right now.

Quieter than a cat the girl slid down from her perch and walked up to the glassy-eyed woman. The latter didn't move a muscle, oblivious to the stringy haired figure in front of her. The girl bent close and placed her hands on the woman's head.

She came to see what misery would drive her to these alleys what darkness she tries to run from. foolish as it may seem she was disappointed, this was a coward running away from the petty challenges of her life.... a broken heart, a sad excuse for a mother, dead dreams ...she seemed pathetic... she could end her and put her out of her misery. Not worth her time., nothing new...or next morning their would be an excited woman who shoved her needles off the table and replaced them with paper and pencils. This women’s fate was entirely in her hands. Decisions...decisions.

The girl concentrated for a second and left her behind in the alley. Creative people weren't always considered sane. Who said her newly minted inventor couldn’t be crazy enough to be locked up later or drive herself to suicide by an unending barrage thoughts. She chuckled to herself. Anything was possible, and she couldn’t wait to find out.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Incredibly stupid teenagers who had no idea what they were talking about, or what they were doing. That's what the girl thought. Tiny lives burning up like matchsticks. So easy to play with. So amusing to watch.

Why, here was one a male of the species. A particularly testosterone addled moron. Who thought he was the ruler of this pitiful little pit, they called a city. It would be fun to see him fall.

Derek thought he was doing the girl a favor. The pale stringy-haired freak sitting all alone on the bleachers, should be honoured that he was even talking to her. The only reason he was even looking at her was because he and his team needed their fix, and the girl could deliver. The big game was tomorrow, and they needed to wipe the floor with the competition. Then they could party. Barry's parents were out of town again and his was big enough for an after game party.

Wiping his sweaty face on his football jersey, Derek called a time out and jogged toward the little freak. The girl looked and smiled. It creeped him out. He really hoped this was worth it.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Experimenting with Typography.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

It was snowing heavily when Inspector Lee stomped out of the all-night liquour shop, with two bottles of red wine in a plastic bag. Unlike Minsky and the rest of the force he wasn't much a beer drinker. No, he preferred the multiple layers of scent and taste that only a decent wine could provide. But he needed something to take the edge off, his encounter with the girl. Especially after he switched places with his partner in the interrogation room and she noticed nothing disturbing.

'Sure, she was bit weird looking; like someone who'd wandered off a Tim Burton set. But the girl didn't follow her (Minsky) with her eyes or anything'. In fact the girl resolutely ignored ignore Minsky. Head bent and stringy black hair covering her face.

"Go home Lee. get some rest. I'll take care of the paper work and bring you some take out later. I know it's been a tough week. Your wife being out of town this close to Christmas on a last minute assignment." Minsky elbowed him and walked back into the interrogation room.

The girl looked up again, while his partner was turned away. She stared straight at him again a and grinned. Dammit!
It was perfectly normal grin. Except that it didn't reach her yes.

Those icy blue eyes that should have shown so much, were empty. Not cold, not contemptuous, bereft of hope or sad. Just empty.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Inspector Wong Lee was no longer tired... One hour ago was he was. His shift should have ended now. he should have been home watching the game. He should have.
But instead Inspector behind the one sided mirror in the glass partition watching the "so called" interrogation of 15 year teenage girl by his younger partner Claire Minsky. She wasn't having much, if any, success. The girl ignored his partner completely, and was doing an excellent job of freaking him out at the same time.

Pale, skinny and black haired, the girl's ice-blue eyes was looking straight at him through the one-way mirror. He knew it wasn't possible. There was no way the girl could see him. The girl was simply looking at herself in the mirror and almost never blinking. It had to be sheer co-incidence that he was sitting in her line of sight. An accident. Right?
Inspector Lee chuckled nervously and told himself that he was being paranoid. He'd prove it to himself right now.

Lee pushed the chair back slowly, got up and walked over to the side. Then turned back to look at the girl and nearly jumped. Here eyes were still looking at him. 'Don't freak out', he told himslelf. She probably heard the chair scraping. Co-incidence.
No longer sure if he was trying to fool himself or not Inspector Lee tip-toed to other side of the room, this time not taking his eyes off her. The girl's eyes followed him across the room without fail. He tried not to faint. His partner would never let him hear the end off it.

Not enough sleep. That had to be it. Of course there was a way to check. He pressed the intercom button.


In the interrogation room, the girl smiled, and somehow that made it worse. be continued.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Male chauvinists, racists, religious bigots... I classify them under one category. LOSERS!

You're not a loser if you are - a nerd, a loner, a skeptic, an atheist/agnostic etc. Pretty much a free thinker, who challenges society's accepted norms.

Thursday, August 04, 2011

Two for the long gap: Pretentious & Pop

Upper image: Moss covered stones, Curliness for Flora & lizard footprints for Fauna.

What do you mean it's not symbolic? *Snark*

Lower Image: I have ... no idea what I was doing here.. Maybe it was an Illuminati inspired fever dream?

Monday, May 02, 2011

Quote: This is important.

Do you think that your 16 year old daughter hasn’t masturbated already? Like, do you really think there’s anything in that scene that this chick hasn’t already tried when the lights go out at night, or in the bathroom, or in the tub, or with the shower head or something like that? I’m telling you, man, I’m not teaching this broad anything new. If I were to create a rating system, I wouldn’t even put murder right at the top of the chief offenses. I would put rape right at the top, and assault against women. Because it’s so insanely overused and insulting how much it’s overused in movies as a plot device, a woman in peril. That, to me, is offensive, yet that shit skates.
Kevin Smith (director) on the ridiculousness of movies about sex receiving NC-17 ratings while extremely violent movies get by with R ratings.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

You stare into the abyss...

...and the abyss calls you rude. The rest are here:

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Testing the service

Saturday, January 08, 2011

I'm sitting on a blank here.

Not quite like:

Rather the boring brain blank Writer's block. You might add an Artist'ss block in there as well. Though I I'd have to be full of myself to call whatever I draw to qualify me as and artist.

I am conceited sometimes, but let's pretend I'm not for a moment. Shall we? So I'll humble it down to designer block. Simply put: Nothing to write / draw comes to mind. Maybe I should draw something about Writer's block to pass the time. Or maybe i should just link you to the tvtropes page Writer's block Montage. By the time your done extricating yourself from that lovely time eater, I may have come up with something again.

Or simply go to my tumblr page:, and look at shiny things.